Music of the Wild 



for the ej)ic-ure ])y fall, "wlieii lie is fair L^ame iu 

 season. 



To look at the cattails and s\N'anip grasses grow- 

 ing five and six feet tall, and the graceful heads 

 of wild rice like feather dusters s\\ee2)ing the sky 

 and scattering seeds over the water, one Avould 

 think the food on '\\liich the rail fattens would he 

 lost; hut when the Almighty works out a design 

 in nature there are no missing parts, and the mind 

 of man must study deej^lj^ to comjjrehend His 

 plans and providences. Wherever the "wild rice 

 and seed grass grow for the food of marsh birds, 

 beneath you will find that the Lord has sj^read a 

 table of stout, overlai:)ping lily pads, upon which 

 He scatters the seed with the winds, and the birds 

 dine royally. They are ■s'ery fond of wild rice, 

 and some birds eat the seed of the yellow pond lily 

 that ripens in ])eculiar cone-shaped heads. 



^Mien your boat slips through the mists of 



earliest morning the first note you will hear is the 



The long, shrill "Kuw, kuw. kuw!" of the cinereous 



Herald ^.qqi j^i [^^ i^ggt t]jg performance of the herald 



of Ga-wn . i • i i 



of dawn is only slightly touched with melody, but 

 it is a distinctive note that you would miss if you 

 did not hear; for it is a part of that first eager, 

 throbbing joy that grips yovir throat and thrills 

 your heart OAcr your initial day of freedom for 

 the season. 



You will recognize the tribal call, a sliort, hard 

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